 Blackstone Publishing presents When the Sky Fell on Splendor by Emily Henry. This book is read by Amara Jasper for Jack, Sophia, Jill, Morgan, Nigel, and Nathan who saved me back then. And for my brothers? You're like brothers to me. One. The Night of the Crash started like most had that summer, with the six of us and one mouth breathing border collie crammed into Remy's clunky Geometro rumbling down old Crow station lane. The mist was so thick it swallowed the headlights before they could reach the wall of corn on our right, or the woods leaning close on our left, and the moisture was hissing off the asphalt like oil in a pan. Handsome Remy was driving, he was the only one with a car, and Levi rode shotgun scribbling notes on the script in his lap. Side by side the two of them looked more like an oddball pairing from a John Hughes movie than Cousins. Levi was a six foot three online shopping addict and wannabe director with a stylistic weed affectionately dubbed Technicolor Beach Boy, and a quaff of reddish hair. He was also brave enough to own a lot of hats. Remy, meanwhile, was on the shorter side of average with dark, wavy hair, and a slim build he kept outfitted in three, seasonal variations of a Canadian tuxedo he'd pieced together from thrift stores, then blown out skateboarding. Because the first colors of fall had sneaked into the leaves, he'd swapped out his basic denim jacket for the one with the wool collar. And as if despite him, Splendor Township was hotter than it had been all summer. What does everyone think of the ghost fart joke? Levi asked, looking up from the script. Sophia leaned around me to answer. I vote we cut it. Oh, do you? Nick teased from the far right side of the back seat. Do you vote that Supreme Court Justice Perez? Teasing was Nick's primary love language, but Sophia was an essentially perfect human. Beautiful, athletic, next year's likely valedictorian. So the only thing we had to tease her about was that when we'd met her in the seventh grade, she'd announced her intention to study law at Boston University. She rolled her eyes. Yes, Nicholas, that's my vote. Would you care to give yours, or are you part of the 43% of Americans who don't exercise their political voices? Nick shrugged and waved one of his thoroughly tattooed hands. Sample complete. Ready to continue?